Respect, respect and once more respect for the drivers of these busses. These men can drive like the best. I have seen them pass trucks, cars and other obstacles with such precision. Driving in the dark on these quite narrow mountain roads with all it’s traffic, I would not like to be in their seat. Of course they drive this route every day and perhaps don’t know any better, but I would not have liked to drive those hours in the dark like they did that night.
Being awake I was able to track our position through my phone, knowing exactly how far we were off from our hotel and for me a proper 1-2 hrs sleep.
After a nice shower and breakfast, there was still one day left to spend in Manila before the flight back home. It was nice relaxing day, walking around the shopping center, having something to eat and watching a relaxing movie.
One last check out, one last taxi ride and before we knew we were at the airport again, where I realised and was happy we left the hotel on time.
Entering the airport we could see an enormous line already waiting for the check-in and luggage drop off. Where for other nationalities it was just waiting for the check-in, the philippinos also needed to have some extra papers checked and stamped before they could leave the country. Knowing this you would assume they would have a lot more people sitting there stamping away, but not this day. The poor guy had to check hundreds and hundreds had to wait to get their papers stamped.
Having passed the usual airport checks, we were waiting to board and fly back home.
It is always when you leave, or when you don’t have people around when you realize where you have been and who you have been with.
Sometimes I still can’t believe where I have been and what I have seen. All I do know is that one day I hope to be back, spending a lot more time traveling the country at a pace suiting the country (which is a lot less hasty and stressed than here in the Netherlands).